Phil

This is Phil, the American in front of me in the queue at the Hudson’s cafe at the Canberra airport.

I know his name is Phil because they asked for his name when he paid for his order.

He asked for a croissant in a fake Frenchish accent. It came out as ‘qwossant’.

I had to suppress my snort of laughter.

Post script … Have I broken any privacy laws in this post? No idea. Maybe an app opportunity to automatically warn people that their latest posting, blog, tweet etc is on the edge.